GM - OG BOBBY
* On this table got more money bitch All my homies got more money bitch
Yeah my label got more money bitch You a pussy got no money bitch
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I be that youngin with dreams about money 24 out in my cave
Part of my section don't need all you fakes Feelin' like nicki the bass
Money can't all the power and talent keep this shit locked in the safe
Fuckin with me lemme catch u a body Rush hour Carter n Lee
The things i do for bro I do things when i roll
My hot shit got that cold My hot shit got that smoke
You look like my enemy, the one that turned out broke
Leave no sympathy for all you fuckers thats a joke
Yea this shit is me, speak bout money bout no hoe
Turn no blinkers everytime i switch my lane
I make chilling music sound like guns n lead
While u make shitty music bout no hoes n bout no paper
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